summary: collection of angsty oneshots surrounding being fwb with obanai when both parties harbor feelings for someone else
genre: smut (18+)
warnings:thigh riding, dirty talk, choking
pairing: iguro × black!fem oc / reader
his voice calmly announced himself with the door shut behind him, catching her ear as well as her eager intentions.
“hey.” he’d started to ask how she was for the sake of formal greetings, but was quickly thrown a plump thigh to squeeze around his side, and a slow, soft graze of teeth to his ear that preceded her breathy ‘hey’ back– both of which had him hissing through his teeth.
he’s quickly aware of how the depth of his growl failed to hide his appreciation.
"nnm shit…“
"who are you trying to sound sexy for?” she laughed, following his murmured instruction to hop on him, so he could carry her in full air straddle. he was exceptionally strong for his stature– jade could remember even the first time that he displayed what his slender muscle could do; it never hurt when she was needy to play in the sheets. something suggested to her that obanai could tell, given how he responded with a tight squeeze to her underthighs.
“you choose now to ask ridiculous questions– you lept on me and nipped my ear two seconds in the door, what do you expect from me,” he carried her easily to her bedroom, humming amusement at how she squealed when he threw her onto the sheets. her body was– for the most part –on display for him already, with his friend in nothing aside from white hipster panties and a black tee she’d apparently gotten a little scissor happy with cropping. it was a sight he could heartily appreciate, for the view it graced him with. black cotton was fringing and breezed over brown skin, only reaching just below her areola, barely granting him the sight of those two fetching little mounds resting atop her chest… and a lacy pattern accentuated the plentiful curve of her hips where she lay on her back awaiting him. there had never been difficulty at all with her getting him hard, especially when she would worry her index finger in her teeth, giving him sultry and expectant looks above a body blessed for sin.
like she did now.
“what has he done now to get you like this,” his cool, deep voice mused, coated in a pleased shade of awe.
“say what?” jade gawked in theatrical surprise, “you wanna hear about giyuu all of a sudden?”
she had her answer swiftly: it was a viperous 'no’, given not from anything he said, but from every consequent move obanai made from the second she dared to tease with mention of the swim star, starting from how his face lost all of the growing fondness that was there not a second earlier.
his hands instantly grew vicious. if she couldn’t tell from the one that gripped her ankle to rest at his shoulder, jade could damn well be sure it with how the other clasped the vice grip that he did on her neck.
“don’t–” he grunted, snatching her down to the end of the bed, until the curve of her ass pressed flush against his groin, “–dare say that illiterate’s worthless name to me.”
both of their hearts belonged to another.
it was made no secret between them–obanai’s harbored feelings for mitsuri, and jade’s pining over giyuu. but the two confided their hidden wants only to the other, barring iguro’s truly painful obviousness of his swooning. neither of them possessed the self-esteem to come clean to their respective would-be’s. obanai was too mute and bashful, rather choosing to drown in self-sanctioned unrequited feelings for his hesitancy. jade resigned herself for her too-clear differences with the object of her desires. while introverts were quite naturally drawn to her, giyuu was far too much a male of focus. she had accepted being little more than an extra lump in the formless mass that lay out of the man’s tunnel vision… and done so long ago.
the two of them, however, were drawn to each other as poles of a magnet, opposite yet amiable in being so. they were both outliers of the norm in their own respect, obanai from his silence and appearance, jade
being a sore thumb as a foreign, black, american student in their university.
it worked well in their favor, from the play out of college courses. from the first partnered project she had eased over to his seat to form a pair of the two of them, they remained so unto present.
“you must have known no one would have an interest in partnering with me,” she could recall him reminiscing some time later. the way he displayed his humor was so dry, but the most faint tuck of his inner cheek was his smile whenever he was being playful. it tickled her.
“i knew you wouldn’t get up and ask anybody, so i asked you. you act like you’re the one that came up winning from it,” she laughed, “i got the come up—- you’re the chemistry major, now i get A’s and you’re forced be polite and stay my friend outta decency.”
“not entirely,” he answered, tipping her phone down with his pen to inspect her test answers thusfar. he looked satisfied, quickly returning to his TA notes and tea, “i’ve come away with good company.”
she was just about to smile.
“i get some sumptuous cat every now and again, too. who could complain there.”
that sudden roughness wrenched a gasping moan from her, bringing her to curl her hips against the forming tent in his pants.
“okay…"
to her breathless reply, obanai gave a squeeze to her that made her arousal seep well through her panties. even with the rage he played up, he delivered nothing but the deepest sensation of eroticism through his touch, and knew just how to constrict her blood flow to make her head light. "that is nowhere near good enough,” he warned, petting her pulse with the pad of his thumb, “make it clear to me that you understand. now.”
“i’m sorry, o, i won’t… i won’t…” she swore. in her growing heat she canted her skull into the bed, making her neck arch further into his palm.
“you won’t what,” he pressed, teeth clenched. jade supposed he hammered a thrust against her center for further incentive, but it worked only to scramble her thoughts awry with how wet he was getting her.
“oh fuck..! i won’t say it, obanai! i won’t say his name..!"
he took his bitter time to mull over her sincerity to himself, indifferent to her squirming all the while. it looked to have been enough in the end– if barely. he only released his hold with a curt 'hmph’ and nothing more. she looked up to his heterochromatic stare, just in time to see the flippant way in which he brushed her ankle from his shoulder– insultingly, with a flick of the wrist and the backs of his knuckles.
every indicator of his displeasure was growing sexier… now, slow heaves moved his chest, swelling and re-swelling in indignation with each riled breath iguro took.
this was so different, and it aroused her heavily.
he made her want to beg.
jade let her fingers curl around his belt, timid and sheepish, a stark contrast to the vixen countenance she glared at him with. but even as she rose to her knees in front of him, obanai’s expression held its impenetrable annoyance– in fact, it now verged on contempt. had she not known him, she would have been worried at the possibility that he would turn and leave her there unsatisfied. but she knew the hate he felt wasn’t toward her. and, knowing him as well as she did, jade was well aware that iguro loathed the idea of abandoning tasks; he left nothing unfinished once started, even a favor of fucking. moreover, he was too morally-coded an individual to deny what she needed. especially when she asked him outright.
the same sultry lidding of her eyes met him nose to nose, jade’s lips parted and her breath gently warming his skin behind the cloth of his ever-present mask. soft, teasing kisses over it did nothing to sway him; his eyes were still distaste-hardened, keeping their glare on her, and he himself remained unmoved. though, to her delight, he did not stop her from showering her affections. and while his expression never changed from the same repulsed sneer, she could feel his hand snaking firmly up her thigh as she pulled the band free from his ear to unveil his mouth.
when she kissed him, his eyes did not close. the hand at her leg squeezed, but he kept that skeptical, condescending, mismatched stare on her as though doubting her sincerity still. even as he opened her mouth to deepen the kiss as he pleased, letting their tongues slowly collide, letting hers reacquaint itself with the metal stud in his, he radiated bitter ire.
the wet 'chut’s of their lips breaking away were making her clit pulse and weep. obanai and his nimble fingers appeared to know it, as if her pussy spoke to him directly, slowing their kisses and sucking her tongue to make them that much louder, that much more filthy. the way he ravished her mouth was intense enough to make her even more light-headed, and wet enough to leave their saliva connecting their mouths even when they had disconnected. just as he brought one index finger to ease the fullness of her bottom lip downward, jade could feel his other slipping past the hem of her underwear and hooking into the crotch, dragging the knuckle languidly down her heated flesh. her eyes fluttered and she knew her slick was coating it, directly where she had already dampened material in his grasp.
"what is this,” he asked, breaking her away from her pleasure. his touch slipped down the line of her throat to open her eyes, and she did– to the sight of him staring at her mouth as his licked his lips.
…so he liked her new lip gloss…
she gave him a faint answer of pineapple papaya, and he hummed, feigning very little intrigue. but the manner of his touch flipped on a switch, yanking the lace of her panties in a fist before he gave his next, low command, “give it to me.”
she surrendered her mouth to his in the next blink, sighing dizzied moans into iguro’s. he was possessed in having all of her taste, hiking her closer to him with handfulls of her ass that were over indulgent to say the least. jade’s mind continued floating away from her body, ascending to astral planes under the man’s skill, dying to be crushed under his weight and filled with what she felt straining against the mound of her cunt.
“sit,” he breathed, with their lips barely parted. drunk and floating, she obeyed to find her pussy flush to his thigh. when he’d slipped his leg onto the bed, she didn’t know. and how she hadn’t noticed just turned her on more. her mouth was eaten up in his while her mind was still scrambling from the contact, and she was reduced to a moaning puddle when his hands coaxed her hips to rock into his– using the smoothest of fluid motion and matching it with his waist. it was one of the things about his sex that could drive her insane, make her orgasms roll one into the other underneath him. especially when he did it to the rhythm of slow music she would sometimes put on when he was over. in the times where jade’s mind was less sex-fogged, she often mentioned to obanai how natural he would be at kompa and gouyad… he practically used them on her every time they were intimate.
the small, breathy grunts he left on her tongue snapped her out of her daze, and she broke their kiss with a whine.
“quit it..! you’re …gonna m- ake me cum..!”
“your point being?” he asked, callous and dry, “i’m well aware. and i’ll make you cum however i please,” he growled, lowering his mouth to cradle the bed of her breast in his tongue, speaking again when he’d glid a slithering lick to her nipple, “you told me you needed it.”
“it’s a dick appointment, you ass,” she breathed, just for him to shut her up again with his lips. she mewed, feeling her walls begin to flutter with him still guiding her to ride his thigh.
“that, you’ll get when i give it to you,” he answered, “i happen to feel like making you bust a few times before then. so you may as well cum now.”
god, and did she. obanai took painstaking measures to ensure she did– using every game-ending turn on of hers that he could implement right then. looking at her under sultry lashes, he rolled his lip into a bite for her to take in. one hand slid up her body, covered in pronounced veins running up to his arm that she found sexy as all hell, and gripped her shirt in a tight fist. with her pert bosom finally freed, he pulled her up by her top, bringing her ear to his mouth to give a dark and velvet purr, “behave like you want my dick and cum on me… I’ll give it to you until you shake.”
she was quivering then, sent into orgasm and feeling each shockwave strengthen from his voice.
“f..fffuck you…” she cursed through chattering teeth just before throwing her head back, moaning and clutching at his hair.
he always delivered when she asked. his shyness fell away for her pleasure’s sake. it was what he did for her. and when it was his needs being met, she did the same.
a strapping voice at her side insisted her bill, to her immediate disquiet. it had taken enough of a toll on her anxieties to travel abroad on her own– much less to have ventured out this late to eat out by herself in a foreign country. could she even remember the number for spanish police? the last thing in the living world she wished to do was to wind up beholden to some strange male who felt obligated to her for the price of a tapas plate.
“oh no, no tienes que–” (oh no, you don’t have to)
he could only grin when her panicked face turned to his for her stammering’s sake. but when her alarmed insistence slowed to a halt and left her lips parted, it rendered her the portrait of a gobsmacked schoolgirl– moon-eyed and all. then, he could do nothing but smirk.
“kyojuro?”
“the world gets smaller by the day,” he hummed, less than subtle in drinking in her features. he made the mental note then and there to tell her how stunningly they had developed since he saw her last… once he could convince her to some place more private than where they sat barside. “i see you’ve gained some prowess with your tongue, tahiry.”
her brows flew up to him, but she thanked grace above for him not being aware of the heated blood that sent across her nose and cheeks. “i wh–…?”
“your spanish,” he answered–with the nerve to sound innocent, as though there was nothing suggestive at all about his slant on the compliment. “you’re fluent?”
“no, i’m learning still,” she ignored the pounding of her heart to answer him. tahiry quickly reached to her wine glass for cover, choosing to make her next few comments with it as a partial shield, “you sound like you are, though.”
“more or less…” he said with utter disinterest in himself. but his eyes darted to her obscured mouth as he slipped onto the stool beside her, watching as she sipped her red, and persuaded to lick his own lips upon seeing her swallow it down, “but do i dare ask about your japanese..?”
his brow quirked, painting an air of cool expectancy. the beat was short between them, then erupted in cackles when neither could hold the facade any longer. albeit, kyō did with a shake of his head, “shameful..! even under my months of heartfelt tutelage!”
“iknow that ain’t what you’ve been calling that all this time,” she barely squeezed out through her laughter. it made his smile even more pleased.
“why not?!”
she was glad he could make her crack up this badly, at least it gave her an excuse for the blazing warmth under her skin. she figured it was the least she could do to feign maintenance of her cool, despite the molten sex on legs this boy had grown to be. how in hell had he become this fine..? the dilemma sat heavily in her mind even now. tahiry’d never have thought this to be the same kyojuro she’d met 16 years prior.
at the time, her tiny mind hadn’t understood what possessed the international children that had shown up to the summer camp she’d been enrolled in, much less how a young japanese boy had ended up on the roster. but there he wound up, along with three english girls, one german boy, twins from australia, and one child who was from south africa.
she could recall clear as day. the first weeks had not been easy on him, though he coasted through them as if they were. his particular accent of the lot, the volume and abruptness of his speaking, the wildly unnatural colors of his hair and eyes… they were just the breeding ground that 10 year old, mean-spirited intentions needed to last until the summer’s end. oddly enough, though, he didn’t seem to mind any of it. he even smiled and laughed along, tugging his hair and poking at his stark brows as he joined in the ribbing. he took it all in stride as if it were playful, familial teasing being given in love, as opposed to the cruel mockery and vitriol of childhood bullies it actually was. it upset tahiry, and when the third day came of their endless picking, she took it upon herself to snatch him away from those snickers and jeers of the others that he remained so oblivious to. and from the morning that she had slapped her tiny hand over his and pulled him from the group of their peers, they quickly blossomed into summer-long best friends.
many times they would be sequestered to themselves amidst their daily activities, if not completely shut in to the boys’ or girls’ bunk rooms, leaving the rest to their fun as they gabbed to themselves making their own.
“i like your hair, rengy, i think it’s pretty. it look like how fire does!”
“thank you very much!” he grinned, and nearly shouted, sitting patiently while she practiced cornrowing with his feathery mane. his accent was very strong still, and was so adorable it made her want to squish his cheeks and squeeze him. “you do not like the other children?”
“n-mm."
"why don’t you?” he turned to face her, interrupting the flow of her fingers and making his braid unravel where she was made to stop.
“cos all them some stupidasses,” she answered fussily, growing a tiny frown that kyojuro poked softly away.
“ok,” he relented when her mouth uncurled, “but i wish you were their friend!"
"how come you like them? they all mean!” she asked. the hurt in her eyes pained him, he shifted more until he could play with her face, squishing the apples of her cheeks upward until she smiled, and gave her a close-eyed one himself at his completed work.
“i like to be friends!” he answered honestly. but soon after, a quizzical disposition fell over him. “do you only like me?"
he was surprised to feel her face grow warm, but happy when he was given a thoughtful nod as an answer. suddenly, he could not decide if that was a better outcome than the one he’d hoped for with their campmates, and a dusty rose tint fanned across his cheeks.
"what are you doing here?”
his grin was so gorgeous. the warm lighting of the place wouldn’t show her mercy, either. the stone facing of the walls, the candles sparsely placed along the bar were all romantic enough, but in their traditional beauty, they also made his eyes positively crystallize. so on top of his adonis-grade bronze skin, she was also left melting under glowing amber and ruby staring directly into her. god, it felt like he could read her mind if he felt like it. and she knew damned well there wasn’t a thought left in there–only steamy scenes playing out, with him starring on top of her.
“me? well,” he scrunched the corner of his nose, facially shrugging, “i’m sitting in a little tapas bar and wondering why this beautiful woman is doing her best to hide her face from me.”
that said face burned with heat of a supernova now, but aside from a knowing glint coming to his eyes, kyōjurō made no notion of awareness to it. instead, he raised a brow once she quipped that ’he wasn’t funny’.
to which he swiftly countered, “was there a joke?”
“i meant what are you doing in spain..!” she nearly whined.
“oh, in spain,” he nodded, holding his chin and displaying a pensive air “…and the first answer still isn’t what you’re looking for or–?"
when a small fist came to his shoulder, he broke, chuckling as he rubbed the not-so-sore spot she left, "okay! i was invited.” he answered. seeing the brightened intrigue on her face made him backtrack as much as he could, “well, some friends and me.”
“mnn, pleasure trip, hunh..?"
"well, i didn’t say that exactly,” he smirked, “even my pleasure mixes with business these days.”
with that response he was blessed with the most attractive pop of a thoughtful little ‘o’ on those plump lips. "really?“
he was doing splendidly at sparking her curiosity. leave it to him to be as sexy as he was and have the aid of mystery shrouding his suave demeanor.
"all the time.”
“what do you do?” she asked, settling in with how interested he’d made her off so little given.
he laughed to himself, softly, and to her confusion. but he turned a bit away from her, as if he couldn’t help himself. “well to be honest, i'm sort’ve in a partial retirement right now,” he answered before wordlessly beckoning the bartender for his own drink, “but i’ve been thinking of a more permanent one lately.”
tahiry gawked at him, waiting quite expectantly for a punchline, “at twenty six?”
“i work hard!” he fussed, still being playful even though her shock was genuine.
“nhmm,” she rolled her eyes, but was helpless to the smile he drew from her lips, “and your friends are cool with that? where are they?"
the heart-stopping grin he gave once she’d lowered her glass had her averting her eyes all together. she was wondering if she would make it out of here without needing to stop by the ladies room just to squeal.
"there’s no telling with half of them,” he scoffed out a laugh, but he looked fondly doing so as he thought on them. it made her want to know more, but he had other intentions. “but i would much rather hear about you. you came all the way across the atlantic to get here, what brings you?”
it went on this way for the remaining six weeks. they were glued at the hip, with kyojuro giving meager lessons in Japanese– words for certain foods and a few flowers, some birds here and basic body parts that he never minded her butchering.
"tahiry-chan, look..! remember this one?"
he’d pointed in excitement toward a beehive, his free hand constantly gripped hers as she constantly kept them at risk of being left behind on morning hikes. "ma…rabichi..?”
“yes, close! maruhanabachi!”
she’d huffed at him, cementing herself in place. when he turned to her, his soft confusion spoke on his face, answered with her mournful pouting.
“that’s not closeee..! i got it wrong!”
kyō only smiled, closing their small distance and poking her cheek again, “you didn’t! you’re trying, that means you are learning well!”
their meals were always spent together, isolated to their own table some days–away from the others all together under the shade and on the docks on others, and hers shared with kyō more often than not.
“…tahiry-chan, what’s the matter?”
“i don’t like green grapes.”
“i do, i’ll eat them for you!”
“…why do you take your pickles off?”
“nm. they’re slimy.”
“i don’t mind, i’ll eat yours!”
“…rengy, i don’t like cucumber sandwiches.”
“that’s okay, i’ll eat it! …but what will you eat..?”
“i don’t know.”
“you can have my pear! and we can share my carrot sticks!”
he was surprised, and often thrilled at her being such a finicky eater, as long as she still got enough to eat for lunch. if she hadn’t, kyo would ask for extra fruit, and bring snacks to her bunk to hide in her pillow for when her tummy rumbled at night.
whenever bugs flew around and landed on tahiry, kyōjurō gladly chased after her as she screamed, to try and remove them from her clothes and hair. and when she inevitably cried each time the ordeal ended, he would sit with her and wrap her in his hugs, being silly when hugs wouldn’t work, until his laughter would pull a smile from her.
the nights came with their heads poking out of their group cabins, the two waving and giving poor whispers of 'goodnight’s across the way long after their peers tucked themselves in, or sitting in the doorways when sleep was hard to come by.
and when the time came, both wrapped each other in a snug embrace neither wanted to release once they were to return home.
“you have to go all the way back to across the ocean..?”
“yes, that’s where I live!”
she hid into their hug, making him squeeze tighter, “i’ll miss you…”
“i’ll miss you, too, tahiry-chan! don’t cry, please! come back for me so we can be friends again! promise to keep liking me still! i promise i won’t be a stupidass!"
just before she stammered over an answer, the bartender caught his attention. she nearly sighed in relief when he had to remove his eyes from her– it felt like she was released back into the world after being consumed into a bubble that was just him and her… where nothing else existed. certainly not to him.
but she would rather tell any lie on earth than give her actual reasoning for being an ocean away from home. the memories were flashing back into her mind, against her will, just from trying to avoid the matter. the screaming and crying, the defensive tones and arguments, excuses and blame throwing, the phonecalls made in distress, the haphazard packing and screeching of tires,
she snapped out of her stress daze when she heard him hum, blinking and looking up to see him testing the aroma and legs of his wine, appearing dead serious with the frown laying on his brow. it was sexy as hell, if not… mildly terrifying. she started to wonder if he was here on some vineyard business of his. or if he was a wine collector in his free time, since he was in a pre-retirement. she barely knew different names of the stuff–she’d only asked for a sweet red when she came in. what sort of embarrassment was she in for if he switched the conversation to vintages and brands? she wasn’t even sure what a zinfandel was yet.
"do i look like a rich snob? not like 'internet company’ rich, i’m trying to go for a more 'first-class on the titanic’ feel. old money.”
tahiry was certain she attracted some looks with how loud she clicked her tongue at him, even as her smile betrayed the annoyance she wanted to show. “are you serious?”
"don’t hold back just because we know each other, i can take criticism.”
“you are a mess!” she cackled, lifting the back of her hand to lightly cover her nose scrunching. it was a divine sight to kyō, her laughing. especially now, when he could catch sight of her neck. it was even lovlier when she threw her head back in humor like she did now. and his appreciation was so evident that even those sat furthest from them could see in how smittenly he looked at her.
“i’ll practice more for you then,” he winked to her before sampling. she was surprised to see his nose wrinkle, looking far less than pleased. “hm. i’ve only ever really liked cheap sugary wines, to be honest.”
“right? me too, i thought it would be way more grape juice-y when i asked for red. this tastes like… acid and dirt."
he was caught by surprise hearing her agree, lifting his generous brows and seeing her give the same look of disappointment to her own glass.
"i don’t think i’m a wine fan at all,” she admitted after another unappealing sip, “i just got it to fit the aesthetic. it’s spain, i wanted to look romantic."
"you could’ve told me that before i tried to impress you!” he chuckled. it made her feel a blush again. luckily, though, instead of making her crush grow even more, he reverted the subject back from where they’d strayed. “so? what made you come to spain..? now that i know you didn’t come for wine tasting.”
“i just needed the change of scenery,” she gave the truth as broadly as possible.
he had been absent for the next year, which left her to a summer which stretch into an eternity, empty and heartbroken in his absence. but once he returned to camp, now twelve and in mid-growth spurt, the attitudes of everyone around mysteriously changed. suddenly, the sparkling eyes and vivid hair that were such a staple of comedy were now something to swoon over for the girls. and with his newly acquired height, kyō had sprouted into quite the athlete in the meantime as well. with just the gap of two school years, he had become one of the most popular boys on the grounds the next time she’d seen him, and it made her resentment toward the others burn with hellfire.
that summer, unfortunately, made out to be tahiry’s turn to be singled out. and she most certainly was. every trait of her physicality was now a field day to everyone there. her brown skin, the unflattering blemishes left by puberty at her chin and jaw and chest, the fullness of her lips, the shape of her nose, even her changed figure all were in the spotlight to have her verbally dragged at any given moment.
her natural instinct told her to, of course, retract from all connections to spotlight, so as to not find herself open to target. and kyojuro was in the dead center of it. she had hidden herself away in the bunks before he could even lay eyes on her with how much attention stampeded over him.
but he did look. like a boy possessed, he searched everywhere for her. eagerly, with a smile the sun could envy, kyō spent the latter half of the morning sprinting to every spot they had shared two years ago, ones he memorized in the tortured summer he’d spent alone in his broken promise, checking tree stumps and the docks, the rear of the mess hall, underneath the dark staircases of unused cabins. she was nowhere to be found at any of them. the hope of seeing her again had built up for an entire two years, crushed once already by shinjuro keeping him from returning the summer before in favor of a strictly athletics program. only with the aid of his mother’s persuasion was he allowed to return. and his sole reason for doing so had not.
kyōjurō fell into line for heaving a sigh, his grin sorrowful and defeated but in tact. his large, lion like eyes were nearly emptied of the hope he cradled to himself from the moment he’d marked his calendar at home.
“tahiry!”
his head whipped to either side for him when he heard her name called for roll. and his pulse thudded too deeply when there was no answer to be heard.
“she’s here,” a snide comment came from the bunch. both the counselor and kyōjurō turned to the boy with the same urgent expectancy, but the kid shrugged, irritated that more was required from him than that, “well, she is!"
kyō was off in a bolt. there did happen to be a place he hadn’t checked, possibly out of his learned modesty. it hadn’t even crossed his mind.
it definitely didn’t stop him anymore– with his newfound hope, he made a beeline to the girl’s cabin without a care to give over propriety.
and he had her in a bear hug, clear off the ground when he found her kicking the last of her things under her bed. "you are here! you’re here, you’re here! tahiry-channnnnn!”
“kyōjurō!” his name flew from her in an unflattering squeal, using the last of her breath as he crushed the rest from her.
“yes! you remember!” gleefully he answered with his newly deeper voice, nuzzling into the valley between her shoulder blades, “i was worried, i thought you hadn’t come! i looked everywhere!"
her face was aflame with embarrassment, particularly when he began to swing her to and fro. thankfully he only had a limited time to do so before his objective found a shift.
"come with me, you’re missing headcount!"
"put me down, kyō, i’m too heavy!” she strained to him. his face blanked, showing genuine bewilderment, but his sunny grin came back in full swing without a fight.
“what? no you aren’t, i can carry you easy! come on!"
he hauled her down from the steps of the girls’ cabin, the clearest portrait of a toddler with a pissy cat, and the remaining way to the awaiting group, snatching all their attention by telling that he’d found tahiry-chan. her discomfort flew over his head, then.
Plot summary: you manage to kill yandere Tanjiro, and you couldn’t be more happy about it.
This Contains: yandere themes, abductions, gore.
Note:Hittin’ ya with two posts today! We always see darling getting kidnapped and never being able to do anything about it… But what if they did? What if they managed to actually kill the yandere? Here’s my take on it! Also, first fanfic! Yay!
You don’t know how you did it.
You don’t know where this sort of strength and power came from.
You don’t even remember how you managed to get him like this.
But now, you can’t stop.
You can’t stop shoving the blade inside of his chest. You can’t stop admiring how blood is slowly staining his checkered clothing.
You can’t stop the overwhelming rage and desire to hurt him storming inside of you. You can’t even think straight, because all of your thoughts are reaching the same conclusion again, and again, and again.
Kill the bastard. Make him suffer. Make him ROT.
For ages you’ve spent cooped up in this small building, isolated from the outside world, unable to escape because of him. That sick, deceptive boy who made you believe he was a hero. Tanjiro…Tanjiro Kamado. That name brought only bitterness to you as you recited it in your head, and so the force of your blade stabbed deeper into his body.
He had saved you once from a demon attack, but he had gotten hurt terribly in the process. You tended to him as a way to repay him for what he did, cleaning his wounds and caring for his damaged body the best you could, and soon you and Tanjiro grew closer and closer together. He talked so sweetly to you, and you couldn’t help but sympathize for him and his sister. Like many, they had been through a lot and lost so much, and you appreciated him at the time that he was so willing to open up to you.
And then, he took a turn in personality, becoming clingy and possessive as your relationship with him grew. He began to touch you in ways that made you uncomfortable, but when he was confronted with this knowledge he would only mutter a half-assed apology and kept a distance between you two, only to resume his touching with you some time later.
Then, those touches lingered longer, and soon he began pushing you into a life of isolation where only you and him existed. It was suffocating. HE was suffocating. And soon, you began to distance yourself from him in any way you could. But that proved to be almost impossible.
Everywhere you went, he was there. Sometimes it was obvious, like seeing him in the same street and him approaching you, saying how he just happened to be there. But other times, he managed to conceal himself from you. Back then, you weren’t too sure why you felt sudden chills run down your spine, that uneasy feeling that made it seem like something was watching you.
Now, it made sense why you felt such a presence. He was there.
And of course, there was the manipulation. Every time you tried to pull away, Tanjiro retold the stories of his tragic life, making you pity him so you wouldn’t leave. He would go on about how happy you make him, how ever since he met you he’s felt so at peace with himself. How you’ve managed to quell the demons inside of him, the horrible voices and visions he has of his family. You made him complete, and a part of you couldn’t help but feel pitiful for him.
And then, there were others. Oh how he pulled you away from others just to keep your company on him. How he wouldn’t let go of your hand, how he HATED seeing other people, especially other men, talking and interacting with you. He always hid away that dark and territorial look through the veil of a friendly facade, sometimes you were even fooled into believing it.
Sometimes.
Finally, it became too much. Way too much. And your breaking point was when he began to practically sniff you. That, along with the touches that stayed too long and became far too intimate, was enough for you to break off the friendship you both had built. Or rather, the friendship Tanjiro tried desperately to keep whole and evolve, until he made it all crumble away.
“Look– Tanjiro, I can’t do this anymore. I’ve been trying really hard to be nice to you, but you’re… You’re just being a creep!” You blurted out, not attempting to hide the disgusted look on your face. The look of pain that washed over his usually bright features could make almost anyone feel pity for him, but not you. “Y-Y/N, what? I… I’m sorry, I just-” his words were halted when you spoke up again, not allowing him to finish his sentence, because all you wanted to do was leave already “I don’t care what excuse you have Tanjiro! I don’t, and never WILL, like you touching me like that!? I don’t wanna be friends anymore. Don’t look for me, don’t try and talk to me, just leave me alone!”You shouted, ready to run away as far as you can from him. “Y/N, please don’t say that! Just-” “No! Enough, I’m going!”. And then, everything changed for you.
You remember how he grabbed your wrist, refusing to let you leave. You remember how he restrained you, even when you tried to kick and scream, he merely held onto you, and knocked you out before anyone could see. When you awoke, you only saw darkness. Your wrists were tied and so were your legs. Your mouth was gagged, and your eyes were covered. It was only until a hand removed that blindfold did your sluggishness disappear. Because in front of you was the last person you ever wanted to see… Tanjiro.
You remembered how wide eyed he looked, spouting off apology after apology, going on about how he ‘had to do it’, how he couldn’t afford to lose you, how he loved you. How he was doing this for you. For us. Even when you struggled against the ropes, even when you spouted sounds of desperation, anger, fear, even when you were close to crying; he would say it was for your own good.
And he would say the same thing again and again, with guilty eyes and a shaking form, as he pelted your body with punishment after punishment for your behaviour and escape attempts. Even when you cried out in pain, or begged him to stop, Tanjiro would say the same thing over and over again. 'i’m sorry, but I have to do this. Please, Y/N, don’t make this harder then it needs to be…!’.
Eventually, you learned how to play along. You pretended, to love him, to care about him and his wellbeing. To comfort him when he needed it, to allow him to press his filthy lips against your skin, to embrace you in his arms after a long day. You were convincing, for he never suspected deception, and that you merely acted like he meant something to you. Or perhaps he was stuck in his fantasy land, delusionally thinking you truly cared about him.
How far from the truth he was. Because he would never know how far the hate and anger you harboured for him went.
You missed your home, your real home. You missed the others, family and friends, even strangers you had no real idea of, you missed them. You missed your old life, all you wanted was your old life. But that seemed like a distant dream now, as you were chained and bounded to the room you and him shared. A bird trapped in a cage was what you were, and the hope of escape grew smaller and smaller with each and every passing day.
So you’ll never forget the rush of happiness you had when a sharp knife presented itself to you during your roam about the house. Tanjiro had allowed you some freedom while he tended to his work, leaving you completely unoccupied by any eyes. He knew you didn’t know the area well, having kept you tightly locked in the confines of the building. And besides, he could always find you even if you tried to run away again, and the last thing either of you wanted was another punishment.
You held the knife in your hand as if it were an exotic treasure, which, in a way, was to you. The idea of finally escaping him through suicide was extremely appealing, as you’d not only leave him behind but also leave him in a world of utter despair at the sight of your corpse. You almost did it had it not been for another idea.
You wanted him to suffer, you wanted him to pay for stripping you of your freedom and humanity. Having found this knife against all odds brought you a spark of hope that had originally died out, a hope for freedom. A hope for vengeance. All you had to do was wait, and wait, and wait, until the opportunity opened itself to you.
And finally, FINALLY, your time had come. And it was marvelous, and it was grand, and it was so, so satisfying.
“Y…y/n..!-”stab, cut, slash… The sounds of his pained and dying voice were almost angelic, like it had been your first time hearing the melodies of music before. You looked into his eyes, those big and broken eyes, as you drove the blade deeper into his chest. Poor Tanjiro was struggling to breath, his eyes staring aimlessly into the void as all he could feel were his lungs being punctured and the taste of blood filling his mouth. His blood. “…y..y/n-” stab, gut, stab. Again and again you plunged that knife mercilessly into his body, tearing deeper into the holes of his organs while painting the blade, the floor, walls, and especially yourselves in the red shades of blood. He grabbed desperately at your clothing, feebly trying to get you off or stop you from killing him, but his motions were slow and weak; every last ounce of his energy gone.
The euphoria you felt when his eyes went dim and his sounds became silent was beyond anything you had ever experienced during your entire stay in this nightmare. The way his blood and tears stained his heartbroken face made him look like a morbid masterpiece. You heaved and huffed as you stabbed the knife one last time into his heart, before finally collapsing on your side. You were tired, having spent so much of your energy into murdering your abductor, but never had you felt so happy.
As you stared at the dead body of Tanjiro Kamado, your head began to clear up, and soon other thoughts consumed you. You didn’t know how you were going to make your way out of this foreign area. You didn’t know how you were going to fare should a demon or wild animal be lurking around. You didn’t know how you’d make your way back home. And you didn’t know how everyone would react when they would find his body here at this building, the beloved Tanjiro, murdered in cold blood.
But there was one thing you did know. You had avenged yourself and freed yourself from the shackles this man had placed on you. You had killed him, you were safe from him. And as your eyes looked into the side of his, you could only mutter a few words at the sight before you.
a/n: it’s been a week and i’m Back. i’d like to get this done asap just because I DONT LIKE TAKING TOO LONG (but it’ll definitely move into next year) and i hope you all will enjoy it to the end! do tell me your thoughts—i was surprised that not many of y’all said much of the ending of mugen train because i was crying while writing it lmaoooo y’all got iron hearts or WHA? btw to protect you and to hold you should be read before this also i hope this doesn’t such it’s been a while
“I am honored to be in your presence, Oyakata-sama. Thank you for calling me to be at your service.” You started the meeting, kneeling in front of the master, while sitting beside Obanai this time.
“I’m sorry I had to call you over on such short notice. I also apologize that I am calling for you as you’re grieving. Let us begin to meeting immediately so you shall leave as soon as possible.” Kagaya frowned softly, feeling himself feel upset for calling you to come over. “Please begin by stating what had occurred on the Mugen Train.”
And there began your memories. You recalled everything. Ever emotion, every tear shed. You brought back the demon’s who burned into your memory so clearly, you could feel their skin still. From boarding the train, to every conversation said between you six, to the first row demons sighted. You announced that the Lower Moon One had put you all under his spell as soon as your tickets were punched. Everyone’s dreams were different, and you recalled the child who was terrified of you. The Hashira listened in silence, noting the way your voice had lost the usual tone of kindness it retained. A soft smile spread across your face as you recalled Tanjiro defeating the Lower Moon One, how you all snapped out of your dreams and fought.
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Warnings/tags:!Some Spoilers from manga! Somnophilia, dubious consent, Exhibitionism, Reader is bisexual, Poly ship, Facesitting, Oral sex (giving and receiving), Spanking, Group sex, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only
“It does not look too terrible,” Aoi mumbled, her fingers running our the large bandages covering your arms, “In a few weeks it will barely even be noticeable.
You do not bother to hide your trembling lip from her, “How can I be a slayer with useless arms? I cannot even feed myself let alone lift a sword.”
She sighed, putting away the excess cloth, “You will have to stay here a few more weeks to recover, and then you should be mostly back to normal. Even though Shinobu managed to create an antidote, the poison tore up the veins in your arms. It is going to take your body some time to heal.”
“I should be out there helping, not sitting in this bed,” small tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. You have already been recovering for two weeks, the thought of being trapped in this bed any longer was going to drive you mad.
Aoi awkwardly rubbed your back, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, you assisted in taking down two powerful demons. Even if you had not been injured you deserved a break, we were all beginning to wonder if you ever slept.”
“I have slept plenty, I am ready to get back out there,” You lift one bandaged arm, trying to ignore the pain the movement caused to examine the damage. “Are you sure there is no way to speed the healing up, I am willing to try anything?”
“No slayer, the only thing that will make you better is rest and food. Thought if you would like to recover more efficiently I do have one suggestion.”
Your upper body lurches forward, your nose almost slamming into Aoi’s face, “What, what is it?”
“Well, you are not the only slayer I am caring for at the moment, this means you do not get the full attention you need to heal quickly. If you knew someone who could care at all times your body would heal much faster.”
You groan falling back to the bed, “Not this again.”
“All I am saying is you should tell them what happened,” Aoi grabbed a washcloth and brought it towards your face, “I know they would come in a heartbeat to help with your recovery.”
“I already told you, I don’t want them to see me like this, I look pathetic.”
“You look like someone who was injured slaying a demon, there is nothing pathetic about that.” She wrings the water out of the cloth and wipes down your chest, “What is pathetic is to continue to write them pretending nothing is wrong because you are too scared of rejection.”
Your upper lip curls up, “What makes you so sure they would come to care for an injured slayer.”
Aoi scoffed, lifting your arm to bring your wrist to your face, “Last time a checked Uzui does not gift a gold bracelet to every slayer that visits his house to recover.”
You could not wiggle your arm free from her hold, the muscles still too weak to respond to your commands, “It was a parting gift, nothing more.”
“A parting gift really?” She pulls your arm closer to her face examining the intricate engraving on the gold band, “A gold band that is a match to the gold bands on his arms is only a parting gift.”
“Yes,” you growl trying fruitlessly to pull your wrist free.
She rolls her eyes, releasing your arm, “You are so deep in denial. How can you possibly convince yourself that they feel nothing for you? They practically begged you to become theirs, the only reason you are not recovering in their bed right now is that you are too scared to ask.”
“You can’t know that for sure,” you mumble, looking at the stack of letters by your bedside.
“Really, then let’s test my theory,” She pulls one of the blank sheets of paper off of the small table and hands it to you, “tell them what happened to you and where you are staying, you do not even need to ask them for help. I guarantee by tomorrow they will all be here fighting for the chance to take care of you.”
“And if you are wrong?”
She rubs the bottom of her chin, “Hm, If I am wrong I will clear my schedule and wait on your hand and foot until you are fully recovered.” A sly smile spreads across her face, “But if I am right you must buy me a new hair clip, a nice one, not one of those cheap ones at the market.”
“I feel like this is a lose-lose situation,” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Nu-uh, you have nothing to lose because they will come to take care of you. Well, you will be out at least five yen, the hair clip I want does not come cheap.”
“How is this not extortion,” you growl, trying to find a way out of this.
“Oh please, you can so dramatic. All you have to do is write a short letter telling them you were injured and will not be able to see them for a few weeks. Don’t you think they deserve an explanation for why you have not been visiting?”
You open your eyes to glare at her, “that was a low blow.”
“Well I am tired of hearing your whining, it was pathetic a week ago, not it is just sad.” She thors the rag into the bowl of water, “I am trying to be sympathetic but honestly you are being dull. They are in love with you, they want you. The only reason you are alone is that you are acting like a coward, and that is coming from me.”
“What if they had changed their mind while I was gone? I could not handle going back to being nothing to them.”
Her eyes softened, she reached out and laid her hand over yours, “And this is better? You only eve speak to them in letters, exchanging small talk about demons and the weather. I cannot guarantee they have not changed their minds but can you really lie there and tell me it is not worth it to ask?”
You open and close your mouth, you could not argue with what she was saying. Truth be told they were worth the risk, even a day with them would be worth a lifetime of pain but a small ounce of self-preservation still held you back, “I’m scared,” you whisper, “I don’t think I could survive their rejection.”
“Uzui already told you how they felt, the only reason they are not at your bedside right now is that you have not told them you are injured. They would drop everything and travel here, all you need to do is ask, I promise they will not say no.”
“Aoi,” you whimper, “please can we drop this.”
She gave your hand one gentle squeeze, “Fine, I will drop it, for now, you are due for your meds anyways.”
Fuck, “Do I need to take all of those? They make my head feel funny.”
She laughed, “Trust me, the only reason you are not screaming in pain is because of these meds, your nerves are still very inflamed from the venom, missing even one dose will make you wish you had let the demon finish you off.”
“Here,” she raises the small cup to your lips, “drink up.”
You hold your breath and open your mouth letting the bitter liquid slide down your throat. “Ugh, that is terrible.”
“It tastes awful but there is nothing we have found to even be half as effective.” she stands up, wiping her pants, “You make sure to call for assistance if you need something, this medication has a strong impact on the level of consciousness, some people report dreamlike states where-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you wave off her speech already having heard it a dozen times. “Don’t stand up by yourself, don’t sign anything, don’t talk to strangers, make sure you are not hallucinating before you go to the bathroom.”
“Alright I’ll check on you in a bit,” She points her finger, her lip curling up, “But so help me if I find you out of bed, I refuse to have a slayer injured on my watch.”
You nod, too weak to even think about leaving the bed the medication already making the world around you spin. With nothing else to do you work on controlling your breathing, each small breath allowing you to lessen the effects of the drug in your system.
The sky outside your window darkened leaving you in complete darkness, you try to fight off the heaviness of your eyelids but each blink was a battle. Soon you had no choice but to allow them to close, your mind finally resiting.
You used to love sleep, allowing your mind to turn off was heavenly. But ever since you left the Sound estate you found your mind wandering places it should not. Tonight was no different once sleep finally overtook you.
The dreams always started out the same, you would arrive at the large estate exhausted and starving. Each member would swarm around you, now having the routine down you were in a warm bath only moments later while food was being heated.
When your skin was clean and hair groomed they would listen to your adventures as you eat, Suma flinching whenever you even mentioned a demon getting too close. Hinatsuru would ask about the places you got to see while traveling and Makio would want to know all about the demon you slew. Tengen always ended up pulling you into his lap after you finished your meal, gently rubbing your thigh as you talk with the girls.
When your eyes grew heavy and your head starts to nod forward Tengen would gently guide you back to their room. Your breathing would grow haggard, already trembling with excitement, the exhaustion fading away.
You bring your hand down your stomach, there was no harm in letting yourself feel pleasure as you dream, after all, no one has to know what you are doing while you think about a married man and his wives.
Dreaming was your only escape from the cruel world you lived in, here your arms were not injured and you were surrounded by the people you love.
Tengen would be the first in this realm to take charge, using his hand to position you exactly where he wanted. Your legs were spread open wide, one knee held by Suma whose eager eyes watched as Tengen’s mouth licked a trail up your thigh, collecting the juices that had covered them.
“Tengen,” you whine, your voice cracking, “Please don’t tease me.”
“Shh little slayer, I want to savor my meal,” Tengen groaned, using his tongue to clean your other thigh. Your dreams always felt so real but tonight was different, before his touch felt muffled, as if someone was touching you through a sheet. As his hot tongue runs up your inner thigh its warm wet heat nearly has your back arching off the bed.
Your head falls back, now resting in the lap of Makio. “Relax,” she muttered, her hands trailing down your chest to latch onto your swollen nipples, “We have all night.”
“Have to take my time with you,” Tengen cooed, one finger slinging through the middle of your slick folds, “Your pretty hole needs to be niced and stretched if it is going to take my cock tonight.”
His slick fingers circle around your entrance, giving you a moment’s warning before breeching your tight cunt. Your thighs shake, your muscles working to close but Hinatsusu joins in holding you open leaving you completely exposed to Tengen as he got to work.
“My, my, one finger and you are already creaming all over me.” He tsks his tongue, “Such a needy girl, how long have you been walking around with the mess?” His curious red eyes gazed at the pussy spread before him, admiring how you twitched around one finger.
“Is it our fault you are this messy? Were you thinking about us on your walk here naughty girl?”
“Tengen, don’t talk like that,” you order weakly, barely able to speak your cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
His lips curled into a devilish smirk, “You don’t have to pretend with us,” the finger inside you curled up. The entire room could heat the vigorous thumping of your heart against your chest, nearly ribbing from its cage. “Relax your legs, little slayer, let us see this sweet pussy.”
You could deny him nothing, your these thighs fell open completely, your puffy lips spreading to reveal your tight clit. You were breathing heavily, too nervous to be in control as they all admired your pulsating cunt. Your fearful eyes scanned each member, watching their reaction carefully.
“Fuck,” Suma moaned, her hands gripping your knee tightly, “It is not fair you get her first Tengen.” Her mouth was already drooling at the sight of such a beautiful woman spread open in front of her, a beautiful pussy just waiting to be feasted on. She was half tempted to push Tengen out of the way and fulfill her craving.
“Wait your turn Suma,” Tengen growled, adding another finger to tease you, “little one will need your tongue to clean up the mess I am about to make.”
You want to bring your hands up to hide your face too embarrassed to focus on but for some reason, you could not move the appendages so you had to settle on looking up at the ceiling. Only that proved to be even worse as Makio’s full breasts now filled your vision.
“Hey there,” she smiled, her fingers pinching your nipples and pulling on them until they grew stiff, “Like the view.”
Your train of thought crashed at her teasing smile, you look down only to see Hinatsuru slip off her own dress, her blush rose nipples hardening when exposed to the air. Taking advantage of your distracted mind Tengen’s clever tongue flickered across your tender clit. Your body jumps shocked at the immediate pleasure his mouth brings.
He seemed to enjoy your flavor, his hand settling under your hip so he can tilt it up giving him even easier access. He breathed in the scent of your arousal, preening as the sounds of your moans filled his ears, your head thrown back in pure bliss.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Suma trail one hand down her own abdomen, circling her small clit frantically as she watched Tengen lap up your juices.
“Oh, it feels so good,” you pant, your back arching up as he sucks the bud onto his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to draw small circles.
“Fuck,” He mumbled, releasing the suction. “I could feast on this cunt for hours. Your taste is divine.” His hot breath fanned against the tender flesh. “How does that sound, do you think you could handle me for a few hours?”
You shake your head, already at the end of your rope.
‘Mmh, shame, we will have to work on building up your endurance,” he lowered his mouth again, adding another finger to your cunt loving the vice grip you had around the digits. Fuck his cock was already throbbing at the idea of your pretty pussy spasming around his length as he stretches you out.
“T-Tengen, please, I-I think I am going to come,” you screamed, your back arching off the bed.
Makio pushed down on your shoulders, holding you steady as your legs started to shake. Having no mercy Tengen increased the pace of his fingers now scissoring inside you as he worked throbbing clit with his lips. It was not long until the strong tingle in your abdomen rapidly spread throughout your body.
You could feel your hold clench around his fingers as your body convulsed, your mouth open in a silent scream. Tengen continued to milk the pleasure from your exhausted body, only stopping when you fell limp under him.
The only sound in the room was your frantic breathing. You always woke up like that, startled awake by what you had been dreaming about. Only tonight was different because instead of waking up cold and alone you were surprisingly warm.
“I know you are awake little one, open your eyes already,” a deep familiar voice laughed.
Immediately your eyes slammed open but nothing could have prepared you for the sight you encountered. Tengens chin was glistening, his eyes full of hunger you have never seen. On each side of you were Suma and Hinatsuru holding open your limp legs. Your head falls back onto a pair of soft thighs.
“I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up,” Makio laughed from above you, her hands on either side of your head.
“W-What is happening?” you look down at the unimaginable sight of Tengen in between your spread thighs, your mind nearly breaking as you try to piece together everything.
“Aoi sent us a letter saying you were injured,” Hinatsuru brushed her hand up your thigh, “We rushed here as quickly as we could once we heard the news. We did you not tell us sooner you were hurt we would have been here the day you arrived?”
“You were here for a week and you did not bother to let us know you were hurt,” Makio growled from above you, the lust decorating her face now gone. “Were you ever going to tell us?”
“I-I,” your breathing starts to grow frantic, what in the hell was happening? One minute you were dreaming and the next your dream becomes a reality. “I don’t understand what is happening,” you mumble your mind fuzzy, “When did you all get here? Why are you in between my legs?”
“Shh,” Suma moved up from her place at your legs and grabbed one of your bandaged hands, “I know you are probably really confused so let me explain.”
You nod, eager to understand the world around you.
“We arrived here less than thirty minutes ago, we all rushed here when we heard the news of your injury from Aoi’s letter,” she paused to give you time to process the information. “When we got here you were sound asleep, Aoi said you would not be up for hours, we were going to take turns watching over you, but when Tengen tried to leave to get some food you yelled out for him to stop teasing you.”
Your breathing stops, your mind replaying the events of earlier, “I spoke out loud,” you whispered.
Tengen snorts, “You did more than speak little one, you begged me to touch you.”
Your mouth falls open in horror, “What happened after that?”
Tengen looked down at your exposed sex, “Well, we tried leaving, wanting you to get some rest but we are only human, how could we resist those little whimpers begging for more?”
“Y-You mean-”
“That I ate your little pussy while you begged for more?”
A startled squeak left your lips at his confession, “You did?”
A wolfish grin spread across his face, “Oh yes darling, I did.”
Your face was so hot you were sure you could fry an egg on your cheeks, “You mean my dream was real, it all happened?”
“Regretfully I cannot see into your beautiful mind but judging by what you were whimpering I would say your flamboyant dream matched pretty well to what we were doing.”
You wanted to bury yourself in a hole, the noises you had been making were mortifying, the idea that anyone heard them, let alone the four people at your side was enough to make you combust.
“Don’t look so embarrassed,” Hinatsuru cooed, “Watching you find pleasure was beautiful, I could watch it every day and never grow tired of that sight.”
Tengen hummed in agreement, “And the flamboyant sounds you made were enough to nearly push me over the edge, if not for my training I would already be staining the sheets with my seed.”
“Wait, you all arrived here to help with my recovery after Aoi sent you a letter telling you about my condition?”
Hinatsuru nodded, patting her hand gently against your, “We left as soon as we heard, we were so worried, she told us how close you were to-to dying.” She choked out a sob, “Why would you not call for us,” her lips pressed into a thin line, “Did you not want us to come here?”
“No,” you try to reach out but your arms could not respond, “That is not it at all,” You look down wishing you had on clothes, you already felt so exposed, “I did not want to bother you.”
“Bother us?” Tengen echoed, lifting himself up into a sitting position between your legs. “Is that what you think you are? A bother.”
You take advantage of his move, pushing your thighs together to gather some privacy, “Not exactly-”
Tengen runs his hand through his loose hair, “I thought I took care of your doubt the night you left but it seems you still have some doubts where you stand in this relationship.”
He looks over at the woman by your side with a new, darker look in his eye, “Darlings would your hold her legs for me please, I believe we need to teach the little runaway here her place.”
“Hey wait,” you try to scramble away but Suma and Hinatsuru locked onto your legs anchoring you in place.
“Hm,” Tengen’s hand rested under his chin, “On second thought flip her around, I want that flamboyant ass in the air.”
“Ah,” you squeak as you are tossed in the air and gently flipped around, landing on the bed with your arms held behind your back, your cheek squished against the mattress.
“W-What are you doing,” you try to look over your shoulder but the position they place you in prevents you from being able to see anything.
“I have tried being a patient little one, I waited weeks for you to finally confess your feelings, and what is my reward for this? A letter telling me how you almost died. Can you even imagine how that made us feel? You almost died having never been ours.”
His large hand runs up your slick thigh, “And now you lie here in the bed speaking about not wanting to bother us!” His large hand comes down across your ass laying a sharp spank. “I refuse to believe the only reason you did not ask for our help is that you did not want to be a bother.” Another sharp sting spreads across your ass as his hand descends, “So tell me the truth, why are you running away from us?”
“I-I can’t” you sob, burying your face into the sheets.
“Wrong answer,” Another precise slap arrives on your skin, the sharp tingle spreading through your body, lighting your skin on fire.
“Please tell us why you do not want to be with us,” Hinatsuru whispered, her lips kissing away the tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, “What did we do wrong?”
“Nothing,” you sob, “you did nothing wrong, it’s me that is wrong.”
“What is wrong with you?” Makio asked, shoving Hinatsuru out of the way, “Because from my viewpoint you are perfect.”
“I’m not,” you turn your face to bury your head onto the mattress needing to hide, “And one day you will see that and want nothing to do with me. And then what,” your chest heaves, too tired to resist letting it all out, “I will be left all alone.”
“Darling,” Tengen cooed, his hand running up your naked back where your loose shirt had ridden up, “Do you truly believe we would leave you?”
You nod your head, your throat too tight to let you speak.
“But that is not true, I could never get tired of you!” Suma yelled, pushing Hinatsuru out of the way for her turn. “The way you hold me when I cry, and how you make sure Hinatsuru will buy my favorite food when at the market. The way you make sure that each of us feels included, can’t you see we will never get enough of you?”
Tenge’s hand settled on the flaming skin of your ass, massaging the sore tissue, “If you think for one minute I am ever letting you go then I have failed at making you feel appreciated.” His hand stops at the back of your neck, gently squeezing the column, “Because this is something I could never live without. Your smile, your kindness, your love, your flamboyant attitude, I need all of it.”
His bodyweight presses over you, his long erection settling in between the cheeks of your ass, “Now little one, I am going to show you how you belong to me,” the head of his cock slides down to settle on the outside of your entrance, “After this, there is no question you belong to us do you understand?”
You glace back in shock, watching helplessly as his hips thrust forward, the large head piercing into your tight hole.
A small whimper leaves your throat as the burning stretch nearly becomes too much, he was so fucking big that even with his fingers stretching you earlier there was no way he was going to be able to fit all of it inside you.
“Fuck,” he hissed from above you, his hand braced against your tailbone as he sank into your warmth. “You are so tight.”
Your hands reach out looking for something to hold onto and two warm hands answered your call, their fingers intertwining with yours.
“You are doing so perfect,” Hintsuru hummed, kissing your knuckles. You squeeze down around their hands as hard as you could, your legs trembling as another inch slides inside.
Just when your thought It would all become too much his cock finally kissed the end of your hole. He froze for a few seconds giving your poor pussy time to adjust to his intrusion. This gave Makio just enough time to fulfill her plan.
Manipulating your body she adjusts your arms until your weight was settled onto your hands, your elbows locked and your ass in the air where Tengen was buried to the hilt. With the help of Suma she carefully lifted your body until she could easily slide under you, her mouth now directly under your dripping cunt.
“H-Hey,” you whine, Makio’s pussy now directly under your face, her breasts pressing against your upper thighs, “What are you doing?”
“This,” She groaned, using her fingers to spread open the lips of your pussy and latch onto your throbbing bundle. You nearly fall forward, the combined attack overwhelming.
Tengen, not one to be outdone drew his hips back, his cock slowly withdrawing from your abused hole only to slam back in. The strength of his thrusts had his balls collide with the top of Makio’s head but she did not seem to mind, in fact, it seemed to egg her on, she grew even more aggressive in pleasing you. Her tongue lashed across your clit as she sucked on the tender bud.
The tongue on your cunt vibrated as Makio let out a low groan. Tengen continued to plow into you in a purposeful rhythm, each thrust well aimed to nail the upper part inside your pussy making black spots appear in your vision each time he hit it.
Your fingers dig into the sheets as you hold on for dear life.
“You feel that,” Tengen growled, his cock kissing the end of your hole, “Feel how deep inside you I am?” His hand came down to slap your ass, “This pussy is mine little one, not yours, mine, and if you think you can keep me from this pussy then I will have to fuck you until you are too tired to argue.”
“Tengen,” you sobbed, your head falling forward. Suma shifted forward, her hands giving your head a comfortable place to rest on Makio’s thighs as the pair worked to drive you even higher. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, as the throbbing in your clit started to spread. Your chest grew too tight for you to even breathe.
Tengen kept his movements steady while Makio’s tongue worked wonders on your clit, sucking on the tight bud whole flicking her tongue over the tip. It was not long until your mouth opened into a silent scream, your entire body tense as you come all over Makio’s face, your sweet juices coating her tongue as you convulse.
Makio greedily lapped up the mess as you continued to come on her face, the pleasure too strong to let you relax until another mind-shattering sensation overtook you. This time the tingling spread to your head making the world begging to grow hazy as your breathing stopped. You were sure you were screaming but you could hear nothing over the sound of your own pounding heartbeat.
With the high gone your breathing decreased slightly but Tengen was still going, his fat cock continuing to stretch your clenching hole. You lie there and let him lay his claim, too tired to even speak.
When it almost became too much mercifully his cock started to pulse and seconds later his hot cum began to fill you, leaving no inch uncovered. Only when he was sure every drop had emptied inside you did he pull his hips back, admiring how your gaping hole clenched around nothing, his cum already leaking out.
Makio’s magical tongue gave one last long lick up your slit before she shuffled out from under you. You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to collect your bearings while the world around you spun. One strong arm wrapped around your waist, gently manipulating your body until you were settled on your back.
You did not even jump when a soft tongue began to clean your throbbing sex, lapping away the mess Tengen had created. Another careful pair of hands brought your head into their lap, their fingers tracing the lines of your face. The last pair of hands dragged a warm cloth across your drenched body.
You snuggle into their hold, letting them each care for you in their own unique way. Only when the cloth grew cold and the tongue on your sex stilled did you crack open one eye.
“How are you feeling?” Hinatsuru asked, wringing out the wet cloth into a basin.
“Fuzzy,” you mumble, turning your head to bury your face deeper into Makio’s lap.
“Do you understand now?” Tengen hummed, his callused fingers rubbing across the back of your injured hand. Do you understand how much we love you little one?”
“I-I,” you press your lips together, how could you make them understand what you were thinking. They all knew early in life they would belong to each other forever but they have barely known you for a year.
“I want to,” you whisper, “I want to believe more than anything that you love me.”
You press your thighs together wincing at the ache in your sex, “But I don’t think I will ever be sure of your feelings for me. It is just too good to be true.”
Tengen barked in protest but you continued, “But the one thing I am sure of is my feelings for all of you. The days I was able to spend with all of you were the happiest of my life and I want nothing more than to give you all of my days. I am yours.”
Hinatsuru shot forward her arms wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you into her chest. “We love you so much,” she sobbed, burying her face in your shoulder, “And we will spend all of our time making sure you never doubt that.”
Suma joins in on the hug, her body pressing against your back, “I won’t let go until you believe us.” She declared, tightening her arms even more.
Makio laughed, pushing Suma to the side so she could have room to join in, “I think it will be fun to convince you our feelings are permanent, I love a good challenge.”
“Hm,” Tengen’s large hand settled on top of your head, urging it back until his gaze was able to meet yours, “I agree with Makio, getting you to believe us sounds like a very interesting challenge,” he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your forehead, “One I am happy to spend the rest of my life on.”
Warnings/tags:!Some Spoilers from manga!Exhibitionism, reader is bisexual, Poly ship, Oral sex (giving), He/Him pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only
Being one of the newest demon slayers meant being sent on missions no one else would ever consider. On your way home for a very taxing slaying, you depend on your crow to guide you to the safe house for somewhere to sleep for the night as you were in no condition to defend yourself. Stumbling your way through a dense forest you nearly sobbed when you were able to see the brilliant purple flowers surrounding a familiar mansion.
Barely able to stand let alone walk you use your blade as a cane, hobbling down the dirt trail that opened up to the estate. You wander through the maze of wisteria trees leading to the arched entrance, not having enough energy to stop and admire their beauty.
The stone path to the house was hard to navigate using your sword as a cane, the small gaps in stone trapping your sword when you pressed your weight down. This made the short journey take longer than you wanted to admit.
The mansion ahead was built in the traditional Japanese style letting you see light through the shoji. When you squinted your eyes you could see vague shadows moving around in one of the rooms near the center of the house. You let out a sigh of relief knowing at least someone was still awake to let you in.
When you reach the steps leading into the home you immediately strip off your blood-soiled outer clothing not wanting its stench to get anywhere near the inside of their home. You fight back tears bending down to remove your zori and bandages covering your legs. The rush of surviving another demon has worn off leaving you to feel every cut and bruise marring your skin.
You could hear mumbling inside the home but did not want to yell out your arrival just yet, needing to take a minute to gather your emotions. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of them.
“Tengen!” A loud feminine voice yells inside the home, “Someone is at the door, are we expecting visitors.”
You could hear nothing else inside the house before the door slammed open revealing the retired Hashira. He was wearing his night robe, his hair free around his face. Despite the pain you smile weakly, happy to see him again, “Sorry for the interruption.” You wince, pressing your hand to the wound on your abdomen, “But I need some assistance.”
Behind him, three pairs of eyes peek around his body. You could hear a quiet gasp as they take in the state of your body. Before Uzui can open his mouth to respond six hands immediately descend onto your body.
“What happened!” Makio yelled, gently poking the blood-soaked bandages around your left arm.
“You look awful, how long have you been out on your own?” Hinatsuru questioned at the same time. Her gentle hands grab ahold of your upper arm and lower back to help you support your weight.
Poor Suma already had fat tears rolling down her cheek, wailing as she fell to her knees to wrap her arms around your waist. You use what little strength you had to pat her on the shoulder and try to reassure all of them.
“I am alright, it looks worse than it really is,” You coo, plastering another weak smile on your face, though you were sure it looked more like a grimace.
Uzui scowled looking unconvinced. He walked over to where the four of you were huddled and crossed his large arms over his chest as he looked down at you with one eye, his other covered by a jeweled patch. You shift your weight under his gaze, ignoring how small you felt around him. He towered over all of you, your head not even coming to the middle of his chest.
He bends, tilting his head as he takes you in, “How long have you been traveling in this condition?”
You cough to clear your throat, “I’m not sure,” you wince at how gruff your voice sounded, “The demon I was sent after was much stronger than was expected.” You gesture to your bloody clothing, “It took a few days to take him down.”
Uzui’s lips lift into a snarl, “If the demon was stronger than your level you should have aborted the mission and had another slayer complete it instead of putting yourself at risk.”
Your gaze falls to the ground, your eyes growing heavy with unshed tears, “I thought I could handle it.”
Soft reassuring words were mumbled around you as his wives tried to bring you comfort but he was right. The second you lost the fight the first time you should have sought reinforcements. If the demon had not slipped on your blood when running towards you there is little chance you would still be on this earth.
He sighed, his shoulders slouching, “I will ready a bed for you for the night,” He turns and enters his home without another word. You bite your inner cheek to prevent yourself from letting the tears fall.
“He is just worried about you,” Hinatsuru said, petting your back, “When you left the last time we were all so worried. Every night we made sure to have one of us stay awake in case you were to find your way here again.”
Your heart swells, knowing they cared so much about you was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Your first visit to the retired Sound Hashira’s estate had been much less eventful than tonight. You were returning from a small mission taking out a newly turned demon. Your crow insisted you take the rest of the night off, leading you to the estate. You would have never guessed how one little action could have changed the entire course of your life. The nights you spent with them were some of the best of your life.
Hinatsuru had made sure to cook for you every night, she claimed it was to get your strength up but you were almost positive she enjoyed watching you eat as much as you enjoyed eating her food. When you were not eating Makio was testing you, constantly finding new ways to improve your skills. All the while Suma never left your side, attached to your hip as you explored the estate.
Uzui watched all of this with amusement, even taking the time to show you a few of his own moves when Makio was taking a break. At the end of each day, you all gathered for dinner, telling each other stories and listening to Uzui reminisce about his time in the demon slayer corps.
When dinner had long finished and talking turned into yawns you retired to your room, saying goodnight to your hosts as they filed into their shared room. When you laid your head to sleep you never got any rest, instead, you were blessed with the sounds of rapture emitting from the room next to you.
Makio, always so eager, was usually the first to initiate their lovemaking. Her rough and aggressive nature fell away as she begged her lovers for attention. Suma, so eager to please would answer her calls first, taking the time to bring Makio pleasure while the other two also worked each other up.
After the first round of cries died down it was not long until the entire house filled with moans once more. Uzui, always the overachiever, made sure each of his wives was screaming out his name before he let out his own groans of pleasure.
The first night you were able to resist the temptation to bring your hand down and stroke your needy cock but listening every night for weeks broke down your will to resist until your soft moans started to bled with theirs, making a beautiful symphony.
But when it was all died down and the unique family held each other close you rested alone, the feeling of emptiness suffocating. How you wished someone loved you how they loved each other.
Your days continued as normal, the five of you falling into a schedule leaving little time for you to dwell on your single status but when the time came for you to be called away for another mission you instantly were filled with dread. You did not want to leave the safe paradise you had come to privately call home.
You waited to tell them about your departure until dinner that night, not wanting the last day you had with them to be full of tears. In the morning when it was time to leave the wives helped you pack your bag making sure you had plenty of food and bandages. Makio had even insisted she would come with you to assist but thankfully Suma and Hinatsuru managed to talk her out of that idea.
Saying goodbye was unbearable, they each held you tight in their arms taking the time to say a private goodbye. When it was Uzui’s turn to bring you into his arms he pulled you close, resting his hand on the back of your head. “Do not do anything foolish while you are gone,” he brought his hand around to settle under your chin, “Be sure to return here after you finish this mission.”
You smile, “Is that an order?”
He smirks, squeezing the fat on your cheek, “Yes I, the God of flamboyancy, command you to return to me once your mission is complete. After all, there is still much I must teach you about being flamboyant, you are still only a beginner.”
You laugh bowing slightly, “Oh mighty one your wish is my command.”
They all waited outside the house as you left, only going inside when you were long gone. Three months would pass before you would find your way back to their home covered in blood.
“But he is right,” you mumble, thrusting yourself back into the present, “I should have called for help earlier, the only reason I am even alive right now is that the demon slipped when he ran after me. It was a freak accident that kept me alive not skill.”
Makio laid a punch onto your unbandaged arm, “That is ridiculous! It still took skill to take down a demon. So what it slipped and fell, you still had the mind to use the opening to make your move.”
“She is right!” Suma cried, wiping the tears off her cheeks, “You are a skilled slayer, anyone can see that.”
Hinatsuru hemmed in agreement, “While it was not the best move to pursue a demon much stronger than yourself, it does speak to your skill that you are still alive.”
You slouch your head, “I guess,” you look to the door, “Do you mind if I have a bath before bed I do not want to soil your sheets.”
“Of course,” Hinatsuru gently guided you into their home, the other two following close behind after gathering your belongings.
They each file into the small bathroom, helping you remove the stick bandages as well as the rest of your clothes. You were too tired to care as they removed your clothes until all that was left was the fundoshi they mercifully left in place.
At the sight of the many cuts to your skin Suma once again began to sob, “We should have let Makio go help,” she cried, helping the others gently scrub the dried blood from your skin.
“If the demon was not already dead I would rip its head off with my hands,” Makio growled, scrubbing the skin of your leg aggressively. “How could any being be willing to hurt someone as sweet as you.”
Hinatsuru took to washing your hair, her delicate fingers patiently working out the filth that had gathered in the strands. Your eyelids grow heavy with each soft touch as the women lavished you with attention. Soon each blink was a small battle your head falling forward, too heavy to hold up.
“Don’t fight it,” Hinatsuru gently ordered, letting you rest your back against her chest, “We will take care of you while you rest, you are safe now.”
You weakly bring your hand up to brush your fingers across her cheek, appreciating the care she gave. She brought her own hand up to meet yours, intertwining your fingers to hold them there a moment longer. “Sleep,” she placed her hand back down on your stomach, “we will all be here when you wake up.”
You close your eyes, only for a second but when you open them again you are in a completely new room. Feeling surprisingly warm for your condition you try to lift your upper body and look around the room but a heavy weight on your chest stops you. Squinting you could make out the soft black hair of Suma as she rested her head on your chest. Turing your head to the right you also have another presence behind you. Judging by the length of the hair you were almost positive it was Hinatsuru.
You try to keep your breathing calm, ignoring how your heart pounded against your chest. They were just making sure you were ok that is all, there is nothing weird about this. They do not really want to share a bed with you, this is all just a sweet gesture from friends.
You needed to escape before your thoughts started down a path of no return. Maneuvering out of their hold was nearly impossible. Suma when you started twisting to move down wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around your waist anchoring you in place.
Hinatsuru was no better, her hands were wrapped around your upper arm and tightened with even the slightest movement. There was another hand settled across your hips but the blanket prevented you from making out who it belonged to.
You lift your head to peek over her shoulder and your heart nearly stops. Uzui was lying on his side, his arms resting around Hinatsuru’s waist. You follow the large arm and your heart nearly burst out from your chest. The large warm hand resting on your hips belonged to the retired sound Hashira.
Your chest started to rise and fall rapidly, wheels in your mind moving so fast they created smoke. This could not be happening. You squeeze your eyelids closed trying to rationalize what was happening. This is normal right? You were sure they were just making sure you were alive, after all your wound had looked rather scary.
Yeah, that’s it. They were not cuddling you for pleasure. But that did not mean you could not pretend for a minute? You relax into their hold and for a minute allow yourself to imagine a life where this was your normal.
A soft smile appears on your lips picturing how after every mission you would return to them. Suma would cry when she sees your wounds, taking the time to kiss every one of them insisting it will make you feel better. Hinatsuru would cook for you while Makio finished applying the bandages.
Tengen would watch this all with soft eyes, waiting for them to patch you up before taking you gently into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and listening closely to your recollection of the slaying.
When you all finish dinner you would retreat to bed like you were now only it would not be to sleep. You wonder if Makio would beg you to touch her as she does to Suma, tightening her callused fingers into your hair as she lowers her hips to settle on your face, letting you use your mouth to tease her sweet cunt.
Tengen would join in on the fun, using his thick fingers to stretch your hole open for him while you were distracted smirking as you whine into Makio’s pussy.
Makio would squeeze her delicious thighs around your head while you explored her soft sex, using your nose to tease the engorged bud while your tongue thrusts into her hole, trying to focus as Tengen added yet another finger.
Hinatsuru would join next, bringing her soft fingers around Tengen’s length to pump her hand in time with the fingers in your tight hole watching as he stretches you open.
Suma would rest her head on Tengen’s other shoulder, her own fingers making lazy circles around her engorged clit watching you with fascination.
Only when he was sure you were relaxed enough would Tengen bring the head of his cock to your entrance, pressing into you slowly to give you time to adjust to his girth. When the base of his cock finally settled against your ass he would draw his hips back, watching his slick cock leave before slamming his hips forward his eyes hazy from pleasure.
Your moans would be muffled by Makio now grinding against your tongue, her juices coating your face as Tengen used your tight hole. There was no need for him to use his hand on you as he fucked you senseless, Makio’s eager fingers were already stroking your cock as she rode your face.
They would all watch you fall apart, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your back comes off the bed. Tengen would continue to thrust into, only slowing when his fat cock finally released inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum while Makio convulsed above you.
He would not say in you for too long, his stamina higher than anyone in the room. Poor Hinatsuru was his next victim, her sweet high pitch moans filling the air as Suma cleaned your sloppy hole with her tongue while you recovered from having your world turned upside down.
A soft snore shot you back into reality. Fuck, you bring up one hand to cover your eyes, ashamed about your thoughts. You had no right to think about them like that, they had been nothing but kind to you, spending hours caring for you, feeding you, even clothing you. It was wrong to insert yourself into this complete family.
With renewed will you inch your way out of the entanglement of limbs, slipping down under the blanket where you could leave from the end of the bed. The cool air assaults your skin, your body already too cold from blood loss. Your heart ached, wanting to return to the warm safe cocoon you were in earlier.
You quietly scramble around the house, searching desperately for your soiled clothing. They had to be around here somewhere, you could not go into the freezing night weather wearing only a sheer robe.
You let out a sob of relief when you spot the clothing strung up over embers, clean from the blood that had stained it earlier. You did not deserve their kindness.
You fold the robe, place it on a chair so you can change into your uniform. Putting on the clothes of a demon slayer made it easier to dissociate from the fantasy earlier, it reminded you what your true life was like. You were not a housewife of a retired Hashira, you were an active demon slayer who needed to be on the top of their game.
Gathering your sword from the stand by the door you attach it to the wrap on your hip, ignoring how the added weight placed pressure against the wound on your hip.
Opening the door without making noise was a tricky task, you had to inch it open, sliding through the small opening you made. You push down the grief at leaving, this was for the best, nothing good could come from being around them.
“It is not very flamboyant for a guest to leave without thanking their hosts,” Uzui’s unmistakable voice chided from above.
You spin on your heels looking up to see him perched on the roof, his hand resting on his knee as he crouched. “The girls will be very upset tomorrow when they wake up to find you gone without a word.”
“I-I still need to complete another part of my mission,” you lie, looking down at the ground, “You all looked so peaceful I did not want to disturb your sleep.”
Uzui leaped off the roof landing directly in front of you, “Do not lie to me,” he brings his hand to under your chin forcing you to meet his gaze, “Tell me the real reason you are leaving and I will explain it to the girls when they wake up.”
You open your mouth to give another lie, one more believable but his all-knowing eyes stopped you in your tracks. Nothing you could say except the truth would get you out of this.
“I needed some air,” you finally answer hoping it was enough of the truth to satisfy him.
He stepped in closer, his body blocking out the entire world, “So why did you change back into your uniform and sneak out of the house?”
You try to look away again but his hand held you still, “I want the full truth little slayer.”
“Uzui,” you whisper hoping he will give you mercy, “please let me go.”
“Did it have something to do with your sweet whimpers from earlier?”
Time stands still, your mind racing to understand what he was saying. Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what he was talking about.
He laughs, “Don’t look so distraught, we all enjoyed listening to you while you had your little fantasy.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you screech, trying to back away from him.
“What a flamboyant dream that must have been to make you moan like that.” A large smile spread across his face. “Were you dreaming us? Imagining how we would each take turns playing with your delicious body making you sing our names over and over until you were too fucked to move?”
“I was not moaning, Uzui, you must have been hearing things”
“Tengen,” He corrects, “I want you to call me Tengen.”
“Tengen,” a shiver runs through your skin saying his first name for the first time, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Ah, little slayer that is the second time you have lied to me,” He points to his ears, “It seems you have forgotten who you are speaking to, lie again and I will have to remind you.”
You grow desperate knowing he can read into every small movement you made, “Tengen, please, I do not want to go down this path.”
“Oh but I do, this is the most interesting thing to happen since my retirement.”
“This is not a game,” you hiss wrapping your arms around your waist, trying to focus on your breathing.
“I know it is not a game,” his eyes soften, “Do you really think we would do all this for just anyone? You are precious to all of us. Suma sobs when you leave waiting by the door for hours hoping maybe you will come back. Makio spends hours training hoping to distract herself until your return. Hinatsuru will retreat to the kitchen, cooking foods she knows you enjoy to have ready in case you come back.”
Your chest squeezing making it hard to breathe, “And you?” you ask before you could stop yourself, “What do you do when I leave?”
He smiles weakly, “wait for your return. Sometimes I will join Makio in training, I have a reputation to uphold after all. Other times I will join Hinatsuru in the kitchen, she has taught me quite a few tricks in the kitchen.”
“Though when we all miss you the most is when we retreat for the night to the bedroom.”
Your breath hitches waiting for him to continue.
“Our lovemaking is not the same without you serenading us with your divine moans from the next room.”
“You could hear me?” you whisper, too entranced by his words to feel embarrassed.
“Yes little slayer, we could hear everything. Every little moan you tried to muffle with the pillow,” he smirks, “ You always gave up hiding it by the end of the night, it was always my favorite part, listening to you find your own pleasure.”
He steps in closer now only inches from you and leans over, his face now directly in front of yours, “If you were in my bed we would play with you for hours, listening to you cry out our names over and over again until your voice was too hoarse to speak.”
“Then when we are all too tired to move you would rest in our bed warm and safe. This is my dream little slayer, so tell me, what is it your desire?”
He was offering you everything you had ever wanted all you had to do was tell him the truth and yet when you opened your mouth to answer nothing came out.
“Tengen I-”
“You do not have to answer now, take some time to think about what you truly wish for because once we get a taste there is no going back. I will never let you leave my side again little slayer if you agree to become mine.”
He pulls a small bag out of his robe and lifts your hand placing it in your palm, “A small gift for your travels.” He closes your fingers around the bag, “Something to remember us while you are traveling.”
You look longingly behind him where the three others are resting. You did not want them to think you abandoned them.
“Don’t worry I will explain to them why you left,” he releases your hand “The sun is rising so you should be safe to travel but do not push yourself too hard.”
“I won’t,” you mumble, placing the bag into a small pouch on your belt.
You back away from him and bow unable to think of anything to say to show how you were feeling.
“I expect an answer soon,” he orders returning to his boisterous attitude, “and at least one letter a week while you are traveling otherwise I may have to refresh my tracking skills.”
For a second the image of Tengen hunting you filled your mind sending a tingle to your lower stomach, “I promise.” you choke out, your face burning once you realize he most definitely noticed the distraction.
His red eyes gleamed watching you squirm, “I will hold you to that.”
S/O telling her Hashira/Pillar that she’s pregnant - Male Pillar/Hashira specific - Headcannons
First of all this was a really cute a fun request to write so thank you for requesting this! @jojosbizarregarbagecan - would it be ok to call you Jojos? - I hope I’ve written this to a good enough standard and that you enjoy!
Seriously this was so cute to think about and to write ^–^
The tea cup he’d brought to his lips spilling tea in his lap as you panic
It’s only until your by his side looking worried that he comes back down to earth
As you help clean up, he holds your hand a gentle look in his eyes that causes you to pause
In a voice that somehow ends up thick with emotion but controlled at the same time he asks, “Are you sure?”
Watching you smile and nod brings tears to his eyes
He hugs you, body shaking as he cries
Nuzzling into your hair as you trace shapes into his back, tears building up in your own eyes at Giyuu’s reaction
When he pulls back, tears still falling but a smile so gentle and warm curls and melts his once guarded face
Giyuu kisses you
Rengoku Kyojuro:
HYPED, REALLY HYPED
He’s so happy when you tell him those words
With a happy smile he twirls you around, bring you into a warm hug before kissing you so deeply and lovingly that you almost lose your breath
Kyojuro laughs, he laughs so loudly and happily that Senjuro comes in to check if everything’s ok
Senjuro almost starts crying when Kyojuro and you tell him - happy of course - a “I’m going to be an uncle!” getting shouted before he’s running to the kitchen to make something spectacular
Kyojuro smothers you with kisses
Instantly makes sure you have everything, all the comforts he can provide
He runs around the house with vigor to make sure nothing can harm you even accidently - already taking note of pointy corners and potential tripping hazards that could cause harm later if they weren’t moved or covered
Every so often he’ll come back round after moving things to give you kisses and hugs
Its quite comical how easily his excitement infects the whole house - even your father-in-law Shinjuro was happy once being told - making it
He’s already writing letters to the other pillars and to Ubuyashiki-sama about the wonderful news
Sanemi Shinazugawa:
It takes a moment for it to properly sink in
He hears you saying those words and it kinda goes in one ear and out the other
A smile - so warm and gentle - breaks the rough scowl he usual wears though once it properly sinks in
He rests his hand against your stomach, having a profound sense of worry and contentment + love all at the same time
You watch as those emotions swirl around in his eyes, before saying his name with gentleness catching his attention once again and speaking words of reassurance - “It’s ok Sanemi, our child will be happy” you said with a smile, hand overlapping his as it rested on your stomach “We’ll be great parents”
He swallows back tears, adam’s apple bobbing softly as his smile becomes bigger a “Damn right we are” slipping out from between his lips
Obviously Sanemi feels so happy about you being pregnant but the small nagging fear of turning into his dad is still a problem that hangs-on in the back of his mind - even after your first reassurances
Uzui Tengen:
A small “Ah” leaves his lips the first time you say it
Your both coming back from a mission, muscles aching as you travel towards one of the wisteria houses - the other wives waiting for both of you to return home safe and sound - and you’ve said it like a passing comment about the weather as you’ve reached the wisteria house’s doors
Another “AH!” leaves his lips, this time louder and more surprised, stopping him in his path to look at you as the words finally register
Hands suddenly pointing at you - almost accusingly - as Uzui lets out another “AHHH!”
“HOW FLAMBOYANT!!”
Gets hyped
Like, really hyped - and why shouldn’t he be? Your baring his child
Doesn’t leave your side
Literally follows you around the estate in a proud and protective haze - abit like an eager guard dog
Just goes one about how flamboyant you and the baby are and how happy he is all the way until you go to bed
Of course just as your on the cusp of sleep your poked awake
“You let me throw you at demons (Y/N)…” and while Uzui’s tone is calm there’s irritation in his eyes
You nod, trying to get some sleep, eyes closing before your rudely poked in the tit
“You let me throw you at demons (Y/N)…” it was his pause that got you giggling though “Your pregnant (Y/N)! Don’t laugh! That’s not very flamboyant of you!!”
Obanai Iguro:
He pauses
Frozen so perfectly that you could have mistaken him for a statue or painting - in fact the only way you knew he wasn’t a statue was the almost comical way he blinked
his hands having dropped the bandages - the one’s he usually wore around his mouth - having only just taken them off
Kaburamaru poking his cheek gently to get him to move
For a moment its one of those where you think that he’s not happy about it
Until of course he’s clasping both of your hands between his, shaking slightly - but with strength - as he asks if your being serious, a very blank but serious expression that had tints of nervous
When you nod, a small “Yes..” and in response Iguro nods back with confidence - the type of confidence that a drunk man has just before their about to fail a Breathalyzer test - and then without warning blacks out
After 5 minutes he comes back round with a very panicked you fanning him with loose paper and a glass of water at the ready
Of course after spending a couple of minutes cooling down and actually registering that holy shit, he’s gonna be a dad, Iguro - much like Giyuu’s reaction - starts crying
Iguro, through happy tears, murmurs praises and promises
Gyomei Himejima:
Bursts into tears straight away
Scoops you up so your resting on his forearms, tears streaming down his face as praise and “Thank yous” fall past his lips
It almost brings you to tears with how happy and lovingly gentle he is
Gyomei had always been soft and gentle with you but after hearing those words - “Gyomei, I’m pregnant” - makes him 10x more gentle with you
He just holds you so gently
Holding your form so carefully against his own
Gyomei spends so much time making sure your resting and comfortable - it doesn’t matter that you’ve only just found out yourself and are only a couple of weeks
It’s a very important and private matter for the next couple weeks, nobody finds out or even knows until both of you are ready to tell
Of course when you both do tell its at the end of a meeting
Gyomei constantly has a gentle smile on his face
His hands constantly brush against you as a small protective way to make sure your ok
Overall just so happy - he still cries sometimes with happiness
Muichiro Tokito:
Confused to begin with
He just kind of nods along with your words while watching the clouds roll by the first time you told him - absent mindedly stroking your knuckles - as your talking through things
To be absolutely honest your words don’t really sink in until two weeks later when he’s speaking with Tanjirou who’s talking about Kanao being pregnant and then just kinda blurts out “Oh, (Y/N)’s pregnant……wait” - of course Tanjirou’s stood there congratulating him and getting excited at the kids being so close together in age while Tokito’s having a crisis because you guys are only 20 and you’ve been married for 2 years so to him it feels abit early
It’s one of those were he feels overwhelmed to begin with, mind quickly flitting from one thing to another before settling on how happy you sounded when you told him the first time - because even if it took awhile to register Tokito always made sure to memorize whatever he could about you even subconsciously
Tokito comes home with a furrowed brow and a confused happiness from deep in his chest
Asks for you to repeat the words you’d said two weeks earlier before you can even say “Welcome home!”
You do in a very confused manner
Light kisses are placed all over your face and Tokito thanks you for the news, a faint smile on his lips
The way your name fell from his lips made you shudder, you understood his work as a Hashira but these long missions always took a toll on your poor heart. Yet here he was, your strong handsome husband holding you in his arms while moaning your name as your rode his impressive and needy cock. He almost never asked for sex, you would always just ask for his touch when you were incredibly needy but tonight when he returned from his mission he practically begged for it in the softest tone he could muster, now he laid back holding your hips as your weeping pussy milked out every drop of his cum. You whined to the wide stretch of your walls as your loving husband filled you, leaning forward your breasts pressed against his chiseled chest while you stole a kiss. He moaned against your soft lips, a single hand cupping your cheek, his touch made your heart race.
“(Y/n), my love, my muse, my everything. I love you so much it hurts to be away from you, I’ve missed you so much.”, Gyomei sighed pressing kisses to your neck. His large hands roamed your body taking in every detail to repaint the picture he had of you in his mind. So beautiful, no doubt everyone else was envious of him for having you as his loving loyal wife. Your cunt fluttered against his thick member, his words made you so happy and wet, he made you feel so good. Your sweet moans greeted his ears making him smile, he pleased you so well that you couldn’t help but cry out to let him know. The pad of his middle finger touched your swollen clit making you tense up around him, you were sensitive from the stretch of your walls but Gyomei wanted to make you drunk with pleasure that only he could provide you. Red stained his face with each kiss you gave him, his body was hot from all the affection you were giving him but the blind man wanted more.
“Yes Gyomei, fill me up. I’ve missed the heat of your seed inside me, this past two months without you were miserable. I’ve missed you so much. Please fill me my love.”, you begged softly bouncing your hips desperately.
The large Hashira smiled at you before grabbing your hips and pushing you down to the hilt of his cock, you whined as the head of his swollen cock rubbed your special spot inside. He changed positions gently laying you on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist as you reached up to cup his cheeks. “I love you so much Gyomei.”, you purred receiving a tender kiss to the palm of your right hand.
His fingers laced with yours by the sides of your head, his lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, and his hips began to plunge into you. The strange symphony of skin and skin, moans, and declarations of love quickly filled the candle lit room. Gyomei was so passionate with each thrust he made into your wet pussy. You could feel his cock twitching with its impending release and begged for it inside. You wanted to start his family, you wanted to bless him with a child so he had more of a reason to come home from his missions.
“Inside Gyo, please release it inside my love.”, you begged tears falling from your eyes from the overstimulation to your inner walls.
“Anything for you my love, If that is what you wish then I’ll gladly fulfill it.”, Gyomei smiled softly readjusting your legs so he could have full access to your deepest parts. With your knees now by your head the raven haired man leaned in for another wet kiss tangling his tongue in yours, the front balls of his feet buried into the futon allowing him just the right leverage to fuck your womb. Your toes curled, your moans became pleasant screams, and your pussy are up his thick veiny cock with each thrust he made into your small body.
“My beautiful wife.”, he sighed kissing the side of your head.
Your slick coated his cock allowing it to plunge into you easily, your toes curled against his shoulders but he could merely chuckle at the sensation against his skin.
“Y-yes Gyomei don’t stop.”, you trembled.
He moaned your name, his heavy balls pulsate against your ass as he begins to release thick ropes of creamy cum into your awaiting womb. You moan loudly as your whole body reacts to the almost forgotten feeling of his seed filling you, and yet it’s not enough for Gyomei. He continues to rut his hips into you through his orgasm making you squeal and cry as your body burns from the pleasurable heat. He’s groaning against your ear with each of his final thrusts enjoying the way your walls suck him in despite the intense stretch they just endured. Once you’ve both settled, you both pant for air. Gyomei is careful not to squish you under his weight and shifts onto his back keeping you on his chest as his half hard cock keeps his seed inside of you.
“The night is still young my love shall we continue? Or are you satisfied?”, he hums kissing your plump lips.
You cup his cheek, returning the kiss and lazily roll your hips against him until you feel his cock hardening up inside of your walls. His pretty wife deserved only the best.
Look at that gentle giant tell me you would not want to have his babies
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
-This giant teddy bear cannot see sadly so the least he could do was hug and praise you till you fell asleep.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
You: *Add anything*
Gyomei: Your hands, they’re so small in comparison to his
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
-He might use it as lube.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
-This saint ain’t no angel when it comes to breeding, he wants kids so badly that he fucks you raw.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
-He does know the basics, like prepping and where to pleasure his s/o but he doesn’t know anything else
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Cowgirl
Reverse Missionary
Chair sit
69
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s serious, he doesn’t want to screw up his first time
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s well groomed down there
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Soft and sensual, he knows he’s big and doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I don’t think he even knows what jacking off is, sure he does know about the basics in sex but he overall doesn’t know what’s the purpose of it. He sees it as a way to be messy
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bondage
Praise
Breeding
BDSM
Orgasm Control
Teasing
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Private spaces
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
-It takes a while for him to get motivated, but if there’s one things that might actually work on him is teasing him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Bodily fluids (except for cum)
Degradation
Slapping
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He’s both when it comes to oral, he likes to eat you out but at the same time he wants you to suck on his cock
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual, again he fears that he might hurt you so he tries his best to not go too hard
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He has mixed feelings about them
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
No, he hates being seen getting fucked in public, cause he’s blind and he can’t see who’s coming.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Around 5-6 rounds, 4 if you tease him.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own any toys sadly
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn’t like to tease you, he hates to hear you cry so
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s very quiet, he wants to hear your moans clearly
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He likes when you praise him, he may be as tough as a rock but he needs to be complimented too
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
10 inches (for a big guy like him, he needs a big dick-)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s not very high sadly.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Even though he’s blind he waits for you to fall asleep first then he does to sleep.
synopsis:annoying (?) things that come up when you have sex with your respective hashira
pairings:tomioka giyuu x f!reader, shinazugawa sanemi x f!reader, rengoku kyojuro x f!reader, uzui tengen x f!reader, iguro obanai x f!reader, himejima gyomei x f!reader
warnings: minors dni, explicit smut, rough sex, cursing, no beta
notes: slander, just slander. and crack. i apologize for spelling/grammatical errors !
